Hey guys, Happy Sunday! For those of you who read the sneak peek from Melissa De La Cruz, all I can say is wow. If you haven't yet, you can go to the last chapter and copy the link and read it there. But as I said last week, this week were get to have some Wendy action, I know you guys miss her, so do I and Tommy. Let's see what mischief she will get herself into in Hell.
Wendy tried to let what Victor had said sink into her, she couldn't believe he said that about her sister; either of them. She remember clearly back in Asgard he hated Helena for what she did to their family and made sure none of his children knew about her. Wendy did the same for her girls too. She feared that one day Nyssa would accidently have a vision of her sister and start asking questions, thank goodness that never happened. She knew her oldest daughter too well, she would never stop looking until she get an answer, and this was one of the few times Wendy did not want her daughter to explore her past.
She stopped for a moment, and let herself remember her daughters. She prayed they were both all right. Wendy regretted only a few things in her life, one of it was not telling Joanna about her daughters. During her time in East End, there wasn't a good time to tell her sister that she had children, but she should had made time. She could only imagine that one of her girls had a vision about her death and knew she was gone. She didn't want her girls to find out that way, if she could go back in time, Wendy would have told Joanna about her girls the moment she found them on her front door twenty-one years ago. To this day, she still couldn't believe that someone would just leave their babies at a random stranger's door. For all they could have known, Wendy could had been a homicidal maniac that practiced satanic rituals. Thank goodness she wasn't nor did she ever plan to practice satanic rituals; that would be Helena's department.
Despite who ever left her girls on her doorstep that day, she was grateful they did. Nyssa and Anna could never replace the void that was left behind by Melena or Sophelia, nor Freya or Ingrid; but for the first time in a long time she felt complete. She would always love her nieces and Melena and Sophelia, but she loved her girls even more. To Wendy, that was the only chance she had to be a real mom. Wendy considered herself as a mother figure to Melena and Sophelia when they were growing up, but she wasn't their mother, nor would she ever want to take her place. With her girls, they were hers and no one could take that away from her. The moment that person left her girls on her doorstep twenty-one years ago was the moment she was their mother and she would always thank them for giving her that chance she thought she would never have. She would always consider Melena and Sophelia as her daughters, but Nyssa and Anna were hers no matter what anyone said.
Wendy knew she had to keep moving, she needed to find her nephew and get them both out of there and somehow warn Joanna. She didn't know what Helena was planning, but if it involves the Joanna's girls, it was bad. She started down the corridors, trying to be as quiet as she could. Since she knew Leviathan was around, she knew that the silver bloods were not that far behind. Those unholy creatures, she hate to think about it, but she was in their domain. Other than being fierce fighters, they were good hunters, so Wendy had to be extra careful, especially since she was not able to use her magic here, she assume her sister did something that prevented her to use it. She was about to turn the corner until she was pulled into a dark room.
A sleek arm restrained both of her arms, while a hand covered her mouth. Wendy was scared, but she didn't want to show it, she bit down, hard, on the stranger's hand. A quick yelp of pain and shock came from the hooded stranger. Wendy realized that the only way out of the room was the door the hooded figure was blocking. Wendy was ready to fight, she had to get away from him. She ran to the hooded stranger, planning to tackle him down. As she grew closer, the hooded figure put up their hands, in defense.
"Stop!" the figure yelled, Wendy came to a sudden halt. She stood not even five feet away from the stranger, that voice she knew it, but it couldn't be.
"Who are you?" Wendy moved cautiously away from the stranger. The stranger stood still, for what seemed like forever. Slowly, hesitantly, the hooded figure grabbed the top of their black hood, slowly pulling it down, Wendy couldn't believe it. Those blue eyes, the high cheek bones, that long dark hair, she wanted to cry.
"Melena," that name barely escaped her lips. This girl, no, she was no longer a girl, this woman, the one she raised since she was practically a baby all those years ago, was here standing in front of her. She ran and hugged the younger woman, over four hundred years later, she was with her daughter.
"Wendy," the younger girl hugged back, as if it was foreign to her. She felt water on her shoulder, slowly, unwrapping her arms, the younger witch saw tears running down her mother figure's cheek. Wendy took a moment to look at this woman in front of her. She looked almost the same as she did over four hundred years ago, except older, but different. She looked thinner, her eyes, the girl she knew, her eyes use to shine as bright as a diamond, now they darker, a little colder. Wendy wonder how long had she actually been here.
"Have you eaten?" the younger witch asked. After thinking about it for a moment, she realized that the last time she had eaten was before she went into the past with Joanna. The older woman shook her head no.
"Good. Don't" the brunette stuck her heard out of the door, making sure no one was roaming the halls.
"Come on, let's go," the younger girl grabbed the older one. For looking thin, the girl had a strong grip. The two started to run down the hall, zooming through the hallways, Wendy could barely keep up.
"Where are we going?" Wendy was breathing heavily, she started to feel weaker.
"I'm getting you out of here," she looked back and saw Wendy starting to lag behind and slow down her pace a little.
"Melena wait," Wendy stopped suddenly. Melena looked behind her with a curious glance. "There is something else you have to know," Wendy knew the last time Melena saw him was about four hundred years ago, and it wasn't on good terms, but once upon a time, she loved him and should know. "Fredrick is here too."
Melena's eyes widen, there wasn't a day that went by in the past four hundred years she didn't think about him. She had mixed feeling about her former love; anger because of his part in her family banishment, sorrow because a part of her, though she may not admit it out loud, still cared for him, and pain because they would never know the child they never had. She will always hate King Nikolaus for banishing her family and killing her unborn child, but through everything, she didn't want her former love to be hurt, or dead.
She wanted to find him, but her mission was to get Wendy out of there. She knew Helena was planning something, and it was big. Big enough that she and Lucifer caused the chaos in Rio. Time runs differently there in hell, a few hours there could be days in the real world, so no telling what trouble Leviathan and the other silver bloods had caused in Rio. She knew what she had to do.
"Okay, here what we are going to do. I'm going to get you out of here, then I'll come back with some help to get Fredrick," she started making her way down the corridor, with Wendy in hand.
"No," she said firmly, not budging an inch. "I'm coming with you," the older woman proclaimed. Melena was about to protest, but Wendy beat her to it. "I don't know how long you been down here, but I remember my sister. And from what I heard, we don't have a lot of time. She has Victor, she almost had Freya and Ingrid, and if we don't hurry up, she might have Fredrick too. So whatever Helena is planning, we need to get Fredrick out of here now."
Melena knew that Wendy was right, if they didn't get Fredrick out of there now, who knows what would happen to him. She hate to admit it, but she needed Wendy's help, she wouldn't have enough time to go back to get reinforcements. "Okay," she reluctantly agreed. "We have go now if we are to have any chance of finding him."
Wendy and Melena were walking, for what seemed like hours. Melena wanted to give up, not for her sake, but for Wendy's. The older woman tried to hide it, but Melena noticed that she had been getting weaker and weaker the longer they searched for her former love. At this rate, she believed that she wouldn't have the strength to get them all out of there.
"Wendy we have to leave now! I'll come back with help, but I need to get you out of here right now," she bent down, trying to pick up Wendy from the ground. She knew at that moment, enough was enough, Fredrick would have to wait, and Wendy needed to get out of here now.
"No we have to find him!" The older woman was kneeling down, struggling to breathe. It broke Melena's heart to see the woman who practically raised her in this state. If the roles were reversed, she would be doing the exact same thing, looking for Fredrick.
"Wendy look at you," she kneeled down to face the older woman. "You can barely walk. I need to get you out of here now." Melena remembered Wendy being the more stubborn one compared to Joanna. She recalled this one time, when she first started to like Fredrick, Wendy wouldn't leave her alone for a week until she told her that she liked him. As much as she loved the older woman's determination, she didn't need that right now. She needed to get her out, Melena knew that if one were to stay in this castle for a long time, especially if you had magic, it will drain it from you without you even noticing it. That was why Helena hold so much power here, that and with Lucifer's help. Melena never met him personally before, however, she had a few close calls in the past forty something years she been there. She started losing count a few years ago, give or take; but she didn't want to push her luck.
"Melena please. I have to protect him, the girls, Joanna. Melena," at this point, the older woman was begging her. Wendy never begged unless it was very important. She may had problems with Fredrick before, but now she would do anything to save him from Helena.
"Okay," Melena reluctantly agreed. "This is the last hallway though, then we're leaving with or without him." She help Wendy up, and the two peeked into the room. Melena was sure he wasn't here, if luck would have it, he would be on the other side of the castle. As they opened the final door in that hallway, the two was only faced with darkness and nothing more. Melena couldn't help noticed how Wendy face fell and felt sorry for her. She really did want to find Fredrick, but they couldn't stay there any longer. She was thankful that Wendy did not eat any food there; it would have been more difficult to leave the castle.
As the two were about to leave, a light moan stopped them in mid step. Wendy ran into the room, while Melena closed the door so no one could know they were there. Shocked, and in utter disbelief, Melena was surprised to see him; the man she haven't seen in over four hundred years, the man who chosen his grandfather over her and their unborn child, the man she once fell in love with, the boy who was her best friend. In honesty, she didn't believe she would ever see him again, but at that moment, memories of the both of them flood through her mind; both good and bad. A part of her wanted to slap him for all the pain he made her endue, but another part wanted nothing more than to kiss him and never let him go.
"Melena help me get him up," the older woman pleaded. Melena walked slowly to the pair, never taking her eyes off of him. This felt too surreal to her, if anything, a dream. She kneeled down next to him, and just stared at him. She couldn't help noticed that he looked exactly the same since she last time she saw him in Asgard. She leaned down, about to pull him up, but something crossed her mind. She remembered the fairy tales Wendy use to tell her and her sister when they were younger. How the prince would wake the princess with true loves kiss. Melena gave up the idea that fairy tales were real a long time ago, but the situation was ironic; instead of the princess being trapped in a castle, asleep, it was the prince of Asgard. Melena's lips were so close to his, all it would take was one move and for a moment, he could be hers again. She decided to throw caution into the wind, she grew closer and closer to her former, no, her love. She finally admit it to herself, she never stopped loving him; that was why she waited nearly four hundred years for him, that she was with no other, except with her current former husband and a man from a strange land. She was waiting for her prince to come for her and save her. She prayed that he still loved her too.
She closed her eyes, as their lips about to brush, Melena could not breath. Her throat closed up, she desperately tried to grab the hand away from her throat. As she opened her eyes, her heart sank; staring back at her was not her Fredrick. He may looked like him, but his eyes were cold, dead, silver. She could barely hear Wendy yelling at him to stop it, but it was too late. They heard a bang from behind them, light and shadows flooded the room; as Fredrick lessen his grip, Melena felt hands gripping her arms.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" both witches looked up to the voice. Helena, standing tall and mighty, smirked at her two prisoners she just caught. The blond went to the younger witch and just studied her.
"Take them to the throne room," she commanded her guards. The two witches were roughly pulled up and into the hallways. Melena turned around and couldn't help but to stare at him next to that woman. Her heart broke; she failed Wendy and did what she vowed she would never do, let her guards down. She couldn't stop thinking that this man had betrayed her twice for people she defied; he will never be hers.
"And so let the fun begin" Helena chuckled, planning something special for her baby sister.
Wow… Did anyone see that coming? Poor Melena. Poor Wendy, I don't think anyone would think this would happen this week. So what do you guys think about this week chapter or this story as a whole? Put down your theories and comments at the box down below, and if you haven't yet favorite and follow this story so you will know when I have update it. And I still need names guys, I'm only a few weeks away to decide Ingrid's baby name. With that, I will see you guys next week with dun dun dun, Helena. Yes guys, we get to have a Helena chapter, I'm so excited. Lets just hope she doesn't do anything to terrible. Bye guys.